It was a beautifully crisp morning and the sun was shining brightly. The crystal clear water of the pool shimmered and refracting the suns rays. Chrissy was sprawled on her stomach as the sun bronzed her back.
"And what a back she has..
" Jason mused as he watched her above the rim of the book he was reading. Chrissy was a health nut. Not only was she vegan but she also worked out religiously. It was quite apparent that her hard work paid off.
"Quite apparent indeed,"
Jason thought as his eyes followed the curve of her bronzed back all the way down to her legs. His eyes paused at the thin neon-green fabric clinging tightly to her perfectly round ass.
He was not sure the bikini bottom should be considered a bathing suit at all but Chrissy explained that she only wore it while at home and wouldn't dare in public. Also, so that her tan lines would be minimal. Jason translated that to mean that she was comfortable wearing something so revealing around him. He was not sure if that was a good thing.
Jason's own bathing suit began to feel uncomfortably tight as his mind began to wander. He quickly shook his head to stop a certain train of thought and brought his book up to cover the goddess sunbathing a dozen feet away. He knew he should not be having these thoughts,
could
not be having these thoughts.
After all; she was his sister.
Jason had lived alone with his mother, Maria, in the suburbs of California. They lived in a 3 bedroom home in a nice and quite neighborhood.
Being an anesthesiologist, the house was well within their budget, even though Maria was a single mom. It came as a shock to Jason when, seemingly out of the blue, his mother told him that she was seeing someone.
Jason was busy away in college and so he figured it was just another fling.
It was only when his mother asked him to spend the summer at their home that he knew the relationship was serious. He was forced to cancel the plans he had with his friends and prepared himself for a rather dull summer break at home.
Little did he know how wrong he was. It turned out to be anything but dull. Upon arriving at home, his mother finally told him the truth of her new relationship. It was actually a very old relationship; his biological father Marcus.
The title sounded weird to him. After all, he grew up without a father. He remembered all the times his mother cried herself to sleep because of that person. Jason rarely thought about who the man might be but when he did, they were not positive thoughts. His emotions were in a turmoil regarding the whole situation. While he only wanted his mother to be happy, he did resolve to never let his 'father' hurt his mother again.
Maria had told him that that Marcus and she divorced while he was still in her womb. The two had agreed that they were better off living separately. Jason knew that he had a sister only a little older than he was. Though he never met her since she went off with their father.
Unconventionally, the pair agreed that they would each raise a kid separately in their new lives. Marcus had had another woman in his life then.
Seems that she didn't work out.
It was only after Jason arrived home for the summer that his mother told him that she and Marcus were leaving for a few weeks to travel together. 'An extended honeymoon to make up for lost time,' they had said. At the same time, they figured it was a perfect time for the siblings to get to know each other.
For an entire month he was to share the house with his sister. Alone.
All of Jason's childhood friends had moved out of their small sleepy town or had left to attend college in another city. He never realized how little there was to do in his hometown without his friends there.
He spent most of his time cooking and reading. Chrissy on the other hand spend her time tanning, doing yoga, and writing in a notebook.
A shadow fell across his body and lowered the book he was reading to find Chrissy standing over him. She had wrapped a towel over her torso, covering herself modestly. Jason sighed a breath of relief. She had an incredible body but did not flaunt it often.
That would be improper
. She had told him when she first wrapped herself in a towel when she went into the house after seeing a questioning look from Jason.
"I'm going in for a drink, you want anything?" Chrissy asked him while she yawned and stretched her hands above her head, "Maybe join me for yoga?"
Jason watched as the towel slowly rose up her thigh. He glimpsed a flash of green before averting his eyes. He had seen plenty of her bathing suit over the last half hour but the towel she wore was like a skirt. He was starting to get hard again.
Casually, he placed his book on his lap to cover his growing excitement and said, "Yes please to the drink. As for the yoga... maybe next time. I've never done it before."
"Ok. Be right back with the drinks." She smiled and flashed her perfect white teeth. Jason watched as she walked towards the house. He wondered if all women walked so seductively. Hips swaying from side to side. Each step causing the towel to tighten around her ass. His book was being lifted into the air by his growing erection and he groaned.
I'm not sure if this is heaven or hell,
He thought to himself.
Their parents had only left two days ago.
By the time Chrissy returned, Jason had his body under control again.
"Thanks," He said as Chrissy handed him the drink. Chrissy watched the condensation on the glass run down his fingers and drip onto his chest. Her eyes seemed to linger for a moment but just as quickly she spun around and walked towards her yoga mat on the grass. Jason looked down at the drops of water that were running down his chest. He was coated in a thin sheen of sweat from his own tanning session. He wondered what she thought when she looked at his chest.
He was tall by average standards, about 6'2 but was not super muscular. He was part of the soccer team back in college, so he was in very good shape. Recently he'd started a new training regiment to strengthen his core.
What that meant was lots of ab workouts. He flexed and smiled at the six pack. He was by no means a gym rat but it had taken him a lot of work to gain it and he was proud. Perhaps she thought he was attractive.
